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“Are you sure?” Andrew asked.

“Yes... kiss me.”

Andrew didn’t need to be asked twice. He bent down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that brought tears to her eyes.

“I want you,” she whispered. “I need you. No doubts and no regrets,” Ana said, wrapping her legs tightly around him.

Ana felt him at her entrance. The tip of his head pushed in, making them both groan.

“Oh,” Ana heard herself say as her body tensed. Andrew froze.

“I’ll go slow. You’re so warm and tight. Breathe, gorgeous.”

Andrew moaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.

Ana focused on breathing deeply and relaxing her muscles to take him fully. She wanted to feel more, so she pushed up experimentally. As if taking the hint, Andrew surged forward. Ana groaned as her body stretched to accommodate the invasion, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Andrew pushed up onto his forearms, his palms flat on the mattress, his eyes locking with hers.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Ana couldn’t speak, the sensations wracking her body, overriding her ability to speak.

Instead, she grinned.

He grinned back and linked their fingers on one hand, his mouth brushing hers.

Andrew started to move. Ana’s muscles clenched at the feeling of him deep within her, another ball of heat building low in her body. Andrew moaned, his hand trailing down her thigh, pulling her closer. Ana felt him sink deeper, his body hitting that sweet spot, sending her spiralling into the abyss as another orgasm ripped through her.

Andrew froze above her, his own body shaking as she felt him pulse and jerk inside her, a shuddering groan rumbling deep in his chest. They both lay unmoving, the only sound of their uneven breathing.

Their eyes locked as Andrew dropped a kiss on her lips.

“You are beautiful, Santana Lewis,” he whispered, carefully withdrawing himself from her body.

Ana lay sated. Her body was boneless in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

She lay still while Andrew disappeared into his ensuite. Ana heard the shower start. Andrew returned, scooping her into his arms before carrying her into the bathroom. He placed her on the heated tile floor and scooped up her hair, creating a top knot with one of Olivia’s scrunchies. She watched as Andrew felt the water temperature before stepping into the warm water, drawing her with him, his mouth once again descending on hers.

She had never felt so cherished in her life.

Chapter Forty

Ana

Ana awoke slowly, an unfamiliar warmth resting at her back, an arm looped over her waist, fingers entwined with hers. A smile ghosted her lips before she even opened her eyes, memories of the night before flooding her system and sending shafts of desire back to her core, making her body squirm as she clenched her thighs tightly together.

“Hum,” came a voice nestled against her neck, the warmth of his breath against her sensitive ear. “If you keep that up, we won’t be going anywhere today.”

Lips kissed her neck, and Ana raised her arm, snaking it behind Andrew’s head, drawing him closer. His hair was soft under her fingers, and she tilted her head, giving him greater access. His hand slid down to her breast, rolling her aching nipple between skilled fingers, sending pulses of pleasure straight to her centre. Andrew had lit a fire, one that was not going to be quickly extinguished. She wanted this man with every fibre of her being, and the previous night had only made those feelings more intense.

Ana moaned, shifting onto her back, pulling Andrew’s lips to hers, coaxing and teasing. Andrew’s tongue slid between her lips, driving her body off the bed and towards his, wanting and needing as much contact as possible. Ana’s hands caressed the hard contours of his back, groaning at the feel of the hard muscles moving beneath the skin. She pulled him closer, their bodies chest to chest, her nerve endings sizzling as the tension between them grew. Andrew let out a pained groan of desperation and flopped backwards, leaving Ana suddenly cold and exposed. She looked at him, confused, and then she heard it. A frantic ringing of the front doorbell.

Looking at the clock, Ana saw it was ten o’clock. It was not a shock that they had slept so late. By the time Andrew got back from the hospital, it was already three. They had finally fallen asleep at five, wrapped in each other’s arms. It was Boxing Day, and they were not expected to collect Olivia until later that afternoon.

So who was ringing at this time of the morning?

Andrew rolled over, groaning. He stood up unabashed as Ana enjoyed the view of his perfect body.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

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